* Eventually, the group of travellers and their horses recovered enough to resume their journey. By nightfall, they arrived at the Trade Inn at Sarn Ford. *
* The black horse newly freed from Mordor had to be forcibly held back by Gandalf from entering the Inn. Snortingly, it refused to go into the stable, and so was left to graze as it would and fend for itself during the night. *
* Inside the Common Room, an orange-crackling fire sang its warm greeting to the smell of baking bread and mulled wine simmering and sighing its aroma from a comfortably large kettle. Gandalf was just about to ask Bethberry how her arm was holding up. At the same time, he was thinking ahead to a hoped-for conversation with Holly regarding the extent of her background as a traveller outside the Shire. Holly's answers would let Gandalf know whether it would be wise to have a Hobbit attend the meeting of the Rangers of Sarn Ford along with Bethberry. Given the two attacks that had befallen along the road, it might also be beneficial to have the Elves sit in on the meeting. As for Birdland, Gandalf sensed something unusual but had no idea what to make of her. *
* As the group entered the Common Room, two Men towards the back bolted from their table, overturned a chair, spilled a Hobbit's ale, knocked down a servant bearing a tray of coffee, milk, cinnamon rolls, and butter, ran out a side door, and slammed its creaking wood shut. *
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